No one wants to read about
My undying love for you
And I know you want me to stop
Still, I write about you to get it out
Of my system
It’s just something I need to do
I know these words can’t persude you
To love me
But aren’t they beautiful?
Share:No one wants to read about
My undying love for you
And I know you want me to stop
Still, I write about you to get it out
Of my system
It’s just something I need to do
I know these words can’t persude you
To love me
But aren’t they beautiful?
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It just has to be done. That’s the fact. The pain lurks behind, ion the shadows of printed words. Thanks for sharing.